Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

Yao Xianglian, carrying Huang Bingkun's reply, slowly walked back to her husband's ward. Liu Xingjun was eating the fruit Huang Bingkun had brought earlier. Seeing his wife return so quickly, he sat up straight and asked, "How did it go? Did Huang agree?"

Yao Xianglian stood by the bed, head bowed, her voice soft, "He said... he'd give me a maximum of ten thousand."

"Ten thousand!" Liu Xingjun jerked his feet up, wincing in pain. "This leg of mine is worth ten thousand!"

"Lie still," his mother quickly pressed him down, then turned to her daughter-in-law and asked, "Did Director Huang really say that?"

"Yes," Yao Xianglian nodded, "Director Huang said we shouldn't act like he needs our letter of understanding or think he can control Huaxing Real Estate. He said... he said at worst we can just part ways!"

After Yao Xianglian finished speaking, the entire ward fell silent. The old man who was accompanying her next door also looked over. Liu Xingjun was so angry that he was holding a half-eaten apple in his hand, as if the apple was Huang Bingkun and he wanted to strangle him.

"Director Huang also said... that you should sign our family's demolition contract as well, saying that my father-in-law..."

As Yao Xianglian spoke, she glanced at the old man across from her who was listening intently. She didn't finish her sentence. The old man, who had been waiting to see what was going on, was getting impatient when Yao Xianglian stopped halfway through her story.

You should at least say the whole thing!

"He's dreaming!" Liu Xingjun was so angry that he wanted to throw the apple in his hand on the ground, but then he remembered that the apple was indeed quite sweet and, more importantly, not cheap, so he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"We're talking about my leg right now. He shouldn't even think about dragging our house into this. Ten thousand yuan? Forget about it!"

Yao Xianglian knew her husband would get angry, so she quickly added in a low voice, "Director Huang said that as long as we sign the demolition contract, we'll get a resettlement house directly, and he'll even waive the two thousand yuan difference in compensation!"

Now the old man across the street finally understood. So this family were actually residents of Huanghe North Road who were being relocated due to demolition. Listen to the terms they offered: 10,000 yuan in compensation, a 2,000 yuan discount on the price difference, and a resettlement house. The old man was tempted.

The old man looked at his wife lying on the bed and shook his head. He just didn't have that kind of luck. Why didn't his second son, who had returned to the city, run into those thugs who beat people up?

His eldest son has been married for many years, but he has always lived with his family in a house of less than 30 square meters. He has long wanted a house for the couple to live in alone, but his workplace has never allocated one. He heard that Huaxing Real Estate is cooperating with the district to build houses, so he inquired around and heard from people with connections that the price would start at 500 yuan per square meter.

Moreover, I heard from a retired colleague that once the community is completed, prices will definitely continue to rise. If you can buy a unit at 500 yuan per square meter, you'll make a killing.

Think about it, what kind of people live in this neighborhood? How can the house prices be low?

Moreover, the location is excellent, with Huaxingsheng Supermarket right next door, a school to be built there, and the county hospital only a ten-minute bike ride away.

Just as Liu Xingjun was hesitating, the old man pulled up a stool and came over to Liu Xingjun, saying, "Young man, if you think 10,000 yuan is too low, how about this, I'll give you 4,000 yuan, and you can transfer your resettlement housing quota to me."

Liu Xingjun looked the old man up and down. "You old man, what are you dreaming of? You want my resettlement house of no less than 80 square meters for 4,000? Go cool off somewhere else, sir!"

Liu Xingjun didn't even bother to reply to the old man, turning back to think of a solution. Seeing Liu Xingjun's attitude, the old man was clearly dissatisfied with his offer, so he raised the price, "If you think four thousand is too little, I'll add another five hundred, okay? With this four thousand five hundred, you can buy a big new house in the county town, enough for your whole family to live in!"

"Son, don't be foolish," his mother advised. "They said they'd treat your leg, and if it's healed, it'll recover about 80%. That's pretty good, better than dragging on with a broken leg."

Seeing her mother-in-law start to persuade her, Yao Xianglian also spoke up, "Yes, Ajun, it's already quite generous of them to offer 10,000 yuan, and they've even waived the price difference for the resettlement housing."

"They sincerely want to resolve the issue; they're not trying to bully us just because they're a big company," his mother advised again. "Besides, if you ask for 30,000 and they refuse, what can you do? Drag it out? In the end, you'll lose your leg, your money, and your house."

"Son, listen to your mother, sign it!"

The old man chimed in, adding, "Young man, five thousand is the final price, okay? You transfer your resettlement house to me, and I'll give you five thousand. I have connections at the Water Transport Bureau, and I'll pull some strings to get you transferred there. The work there is much easier than at your slaughterhouse!"

"Uncle, if I transfer the resettlement house to you, where will my family live in the future? Don't even think about it. If you have connections, go and see if you can spend 5,000 yuan to reserve a house first. Don't even think about mine," Liu Xingjun was so annoyed by the old man that he bluntly said.

The old man thought to himself, "I need to have the connections too. These days, let alone 5,000 yuan, the quota for resettlement housing has been driven up to a very high price, and it's not like you can just get a quota by having money."

People are shrewd. At first, when those residents were told that they needed to pay an additional 2,000 yuan, and that some of them didn't even receive 2,000 yuan in compensation for their demolished houses and would have to pay out of pocket, they thought, "Forget it, I'll just take the money and leave."

However, after some people heard about Huaxing Real Estate's compensation clause, some people started to have ulterior motives. At first, they just temporarily bought houses at high prices to get the resettlement housing quota. Later, those who were relocated also found out the tricks of the trade, so they stopped selling their houses and started selling the quota instead.

But it's not really a sale. It's more like signing a temporary agreement to sell the quota. The person who bought the quota will pay the difference of 2,000 yuan. Both parties agree that after the Huaxing Community is completed, they will take the property certificate to the Land Bureau to register the transfer of the property.

This situation eventually escalated to the point where many people went to court. As the Huaxing residential complex was completed and put on the market, housing prices continued to rise. Seeing that the original owners' houses were so valuable, they refused to fulfill their agreements and went to the Land Bureau to register the transfer.

Yao Xianglian went to the fifth floor again to see Huang Bingkun and told him that her husband, Liu Xingjun, had agreed to sign the settlement agreement and the demolition contract. Huang Bingkun nodded and said, "Okay, then I will have the company send the two documents and the money to you later. Go back and wait."

Watching Yao Xianglian go downstairs, Wang Wenxi leaned over and asked, "Brother-in-law, did you really give that kid ten thousand yuan? Is he worth that much?"

"You don't know anything! The company is just paying ten thousand yuan to keep things quiet," Huang Bingkun glared at Wang Wenxi, then kicked him again in anger. "All you do is cause me trouble!"